Tuesday, March 13, 2012

In La India

Safely installed in my hotel, I can thus address you despite my famished stomach, and exhausted eyes.

After trying all my minor hacking techniques, Charles De Gaulle failed to share wifi with me, so I was left musing about what I'd write if I could.

On my flight I was next to a ear shattering snorer and an American man who quizzed me about how to fill out his landing card in the most condescending way.

Man: So what is this thing for? You look like you might know.
Me: It's an immigration form.
Man: What do they expect me to do with this?
Me: You fill it out.
Man: Yeah, thank you very much, but that doesn't explain what it is for.
Me: To enter foreign countries you often have to fill out forms to confirm visas or pass border controls. The instructions are on the back.
Man: Well that wasn't very helpful, but thanks anyways.

Any suggestions on how to be clearer next time I am faced with a particularly dimwitted fellow passenger?

Am now coming back from a quick chat with my brazilian sister (I promise I will not take a bath in the Ganges)  and will rush through this post because it is nearly 2am and I am CREVÉE.

One final note, on the traffic. It would appear than despite brand spanking new highways, the lines, traffic signals, fines and rules in general are very optional. I will buy a blindfold for the remainder of my journey. 

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